Category : Poems

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Hey guys. I'm Jeff. 
And today I want to share.
Cuz through all of the bad, 
I still really care.
I care about my family,
And all my friends too.
But also about me.
And I care about you!
And that's who this is for.
For all of you guys,
Who for any reason think
You live mediocre lives.
You see, everyone painted
A picture for us.
Of meadows and big houses 
Anything else isn't enough.
They show a perfect life.
Supposedly like all the rest,
And say you can't settle 
For anything less.
And the problem with that 
Is if we don't get it right,
We get super depressed
And we give up the fight.
It's like, your life is a puppet
And you're the marionette.
And tonight's The Big Show.
After this you'll be set.
Now this puppet is the best
It has the coolest things.
But because of all that,
It has like forty strings.
But there's no time to rehearse.
The curtain was pulled.
The only time is now.
You have to be bold.  
So you take a deep breath, 
And you yank on those strings.
And you show all the fans.
That puppet's coolest things.
All the fans clap.
They're standing and cheering. 
This is that moment.
You been waiting for this feeling.
But the cheers die down quick 
And just one more clap.
As the strings on the coolest puppet, 
...SNAP...
One by one 
With a nasty twang.
You watch your puppet fall,
And flush your life down the drain.
And there you lay,
A pile of wood on the floor. 
And in this moment you know,
You can't try anymore.
Now you might have been thinking,
this poem is beautiful...bliss.
But from this moment on, 
I'll say it how it is.
NOW BEND YOUR ASS DOWN.
PICK THAT PUPPET BACK UP.
YOU FIX ALL THOSE STRINGS.
YOU ARE NOT GIVING UP!
YOU PRACTICE EVERY NIGHT,
AGAIN AND AGAIN.
THIS SHIT'S NOT OVER.
THIS WILL NOT BE YOUR END.
And when you've worked to the point, 
Where it's all taken shape.
And your life and those strings,
Are set back in place.
You build yourself up,
And go back to that show.
And show those "once-fans"
You're not the person they know.
And at first when you go,
To face all those fans,
They're going to point at you and laugh,
And say, "He fucked up his plans!" 
And when they do,
You laugh right along with.
And say, "Yeah man, that was me." 
"I fucked up that shit!"
Because you know that night,
When it all fell apart. 
That wasn't your end.
That was a push for a start.
Now get your ass out there,
And you rock that show.
And you do this for yourself.
To make your own life grow. 
And even if it's not,
As good as you thought. 
It's still better than before.
You still fucking fought! 
And hold on to that thought.
Cuz with that thought alone, 
You'll keep bettering yourself.
Way more than you've known.
Think of what you want.
How you want your life to be.
Cuz that picture they painted...
It's not the only way to be happy.
Now I've seen my struggles.
And I still do today. 
No matter what you try,
They won't all go away.
But while I've seen friends,
(Snap) End their lives,
I picked mine back up,
And force myself to survive.
I had a friend,
Who thought his life should be done.
I saw the hole in his face 
where the bullet had gone.
He was the best guy
That I've ever known. 
He was a brother to me,
And now he's just gone. 
He had so much potential.
He could have been great. 
But when he got low, 
He sealed his own fate. 
Now if I'd gone with him 
Way back then. 
And gave up my life 
And brought it all to an end,
I never would have known
How great life can be. 
If you fight through the hard times, 
If you try it, you'll see.
Now my life's far from perfect. 
And I'm sure, so is yours. 
But it's a trillion times better 
Than my life was before. 
So I'm Begging and Pleading,
Don't give up on your life.
I promise we can do this. 
We can make it alright. 
And if someone you know 
Is feeling this too,
Give them this message.
Not from me, but from you.
I hope that this helps you.
Or anyone else.
And always remember,
To feel good about yourself!